By that time my boy has lost all human appearance. Not only did he look terrifying (the look of a hunted beast, sickly thinness, and an awful skin condition), but his mental state has deteriorated to such a level, that sometimes I thought that he no longer knew how to read. His transformation was so powerful that sometimes I really thought him to be a monster. The thing that had consumed him ate away his brain and suppressed his once kind, pure and open heart. The creature that was living under the same roof with me was not my son. I could not help feeling relief when he would leave the house, because his presence devastated and burdened me. My soul was empty and bitter.